Songtext Waitret, please, waitret Kinky Friedman

Waitret, please, waitret

(Kinky Friedman, Major Boles, Roscoe West)
Well, I pulled into Dallat on a cold December day
Bought coffee and a doughnut at the Greasy Spoon CafÃ,
Spied me a pretty young waitret standing by her tray,
But she couldn't believe her sweet young ears when the waitret heard me say:
Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
Eatin' ain't cheatin', Lord it ain't no disgrace.
Oh, bring me a Lone Star, make it a case
And waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate.
Well, I walked up to the jukebox feeling kind of mean,
The waitret said, 'Hey, stupid, that's a cigarette machine!'
'Well, look-a here, young waitret, would you care to make a bet,
And if that there ain't a jukebox, you can smoke my cigarette!'
Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
Eatin' ain't cheatin', Lord it ain't no disgrace.
Oh, bring me a Lone Star, make it a case
And waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate.
You're the prettiest thing in Dallat, is Dallat your home ?
No, I come all the way from Houton and I feel so all alone.
I used to live in Autin then I come up to big D
In hopes to get my big break on national TV.
Honey, I think I have what it takes to make you a star ' but first ...
Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
Eatin' ain't cheatin', Lord it ain't no disgrace.
Oh, bring me a Lone Star, make it a case
And waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate.